Dr. Thomas Beauregard's office was above his grandfather's old pharmacy, on Main Street in Oakhaven, Mississippi. It was August, and the heat was thick enough to taste — like chewing on a wet wool blanket soaked in magnolia syrup.
The River Fox Woman arrived on a Thursday. She carried her father through the door, and Thomas noticed three things immediately: the smell of river mud that clung to her like perfume, the way her eyes caught the light like a cat's, and the fact that she weighed less than the old man she was carrying. "Please," she said. Her accent was Creole — Louisiana French, maybe, with something older...
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